what's a place like me doing in a girl like this

• technically this is a multifandom blog. i tag almost everything

• not spoiler free

• currently obssessing over star trek

• always obsessing about samcas (and at this point i am very anti-de*n and anti-The Ship that Must Not be Named). yes i hate spn with every fiber of my being. yes i blog about sam&cas a lot. we exist

• regardless of your gender/sexuality/race/ethnicity/religion/your cultural background in general, you're welcome here.

Sam thinks he never heard Cas laugh, not like this, and it’s a pity, because he laughs like he’d been holding back his whole life.

Sam runs his hands through his hair. Deflects eye contact. "Because, Cas," he shrugs, a strange melancholy seeping through his voice. "I care too much about you to not get attached." Castiel's eyes widen for a moment as he comes to a realization. He swallows, "Would that be such a terrible thing?"

 "We're good friends," he continues, "We understand each other, in a subatomic level. I've held your soul in my hands. I've killed people I've known for thousands of years to protect you, and I'd do it again. You're the first person I ever wanted to hug and today I can't imagine a life where we don't save one another. So, yes, here, now, I want to know how it would be like to kiss you."